Look at me, look at me.
I'm acting like a memory
I'm just an epitome
of meant to lose and meant to be.

Blue hearts beat blue blood;
blue blood and blue skin;
she's choking on humanity
Blue tongue, blue throat;
blue in the head and brain;
she's choking on life
no more to lose, no less to gain.

Death has never been such a beautiful sight
as the brightest blue takes over in the still of the night
a star illuminates the glossy black of insanity.
My mind, your mind, its intertwined.
If I escaped it I couldn't take it
and that's why we speak from the start.

Blue hearts beat blue blood;
blue blood and blue skin;
she's choking on humanity
Blue tongue, blue throat;
blue in the head and brain;
she's choking on life
no more to lose, no less to gain.

None lost and none forgotten,
except for the child who couldn't sing,
except for the girl in the corner
grabbing wrists and squeezing tight
except for when the pain is too much to bear;
and blue blood solves the problems.

The wrong kind of question to achieve the wrong answer,
the wrong kind of death for the wrong kind of life.
the wrong kind of misery, the wrong kind of strife.

Loneliness pill ends agony,
wicked pills end glory;
a false sense of security
that only makes your heart beat,
a heart beating to the saddest shade of blue.